Zoey Monroe | Psychic

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✧ extremely loyal to those she loves
✧ doesn't spook easily
✧ genuine

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ tends to hold a grudge
✦ emotionally distant with strangers
✦ nosy

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Parents: Frank and Evelyn Monroe (nèe Saunders), deceased
Siblings: April, sister, 8, deceased                                        
Other Family: Grandparents Walter and Maggie Monroe and Charles and Beverly Saunders
Important Others: Sawyer Grant , Zane Lancaster , Finn Williams
History:

The first encounter Zoey Monroe had with a spirit was that of her mother's. She was only nine years old when her demon-possessed father slaughter her mom and baby sister while she watched helplessly from the kitchen pantry. Even today she can remember the frozen fear that coursed through her veins when those black eyed turned and looked straight into hers. Why the thing left her alive, she has no idea, but for some reason it chose to let her remain breathing.

She watched, terrified, as her father looked smiling down at the bloodied, butchered bodies and then a cloud of black smoke poured out of his open mouth and was gone through the AC vent. Her father collapsed, unconscious, and Zoey, too scared to move, stayed hidden until the cops came, having been called by the neighbors who had heard the awful screams.

Her father's attorney pleaded insanity for his client due to the fact that he insisted he had been possessed and wasn't in control of his body. He was locked in a high-security mental institution and Zoey went on to be raised by her paternal grandparents. Over the next few years she heard story after story and opinion after opinion and those devilish black eyes she had sword she had seen that night just seemed to fade away as a distant memory, leaving behind only the nightmarish mental image of her mother and her sister lying bloody on the kitchen floor. Zoey became convinced that her father was at fault... a monster. She refused to visit him or acknowledge any letters he sent her way.

Then when she was almost thirteen the ghostly figure of her mother appeared by her bedside one night. At first she believed it was a dream but pinching herself proved that it was very real. Her mother's spirit claimed she couldn't rest until Zoey knew the truth... that her father actually had been telling the truth. He actually had been possessed by something evil. She begged for Zoey to make peace with her father, telling her that only then could she truly be put to rest.

The following day after school she convinced her grandmother to take her to the institution for a supervised visit. She and her father talked, cried, even laughed a little, but most of all they made peace. She continued to visit him whenever she could over the next year but eventually the guilt became too much for him and he hung himself in his room.

Her mother's ghostly communication with her seemed to open the door for other spirits, because after that it became more and more commonplace for a ghost to come to her for help to fulfill a request so that they could be finally put to rest. She never even tried to resist really, finding most of these spirits fascinating and honestly feeling honored that they would choose her. She began writing at age fifteen, taking inspiration from the tales these spirits would offer her. When she was sixteen she had a short story published in her high school paper and received mostly positive feedback. By her senior year she was positive without a doubt that she wanted to be a writer.

She went on to college where she met her now close friends Zane, Sawyer and Finn. Zoey continues to pursue a career in writing while attempting to help spirits move on to their afterlife.





Alias: Cherry Pie
How did you find us?: Am admin
Experience: eleventy billion years
Other Characters: Bethany Clark , @charlie, Sky Meadows , @esock , Eli McKinley , Jenna Bradford , @jesse, Steven Winchester , Liam Stark , Makenna Jordan , Kennedy Stark , Sully Brennan , Holly McKinley , @kara , @sofiel, Aaliyah Hudson
RP Sample: So teaching fifth grade had turned out to be quite different from teaching Kindergarten in more ways than one. It wasn't as though Annali expected anything different, but there seemed to something odd with her new class that couldn't be explained simply by age difference. She had been desperate to get back to work... living with Bobby Singer wasn't easy to do, even for a woman as patient as she was. The man was grouchy and stubborn and though he never raised his voice to her, there were times when they butted heads because he sometimes refused to do anything that was good for him, no matter how much she insisted.

So sometime mid-summer she had started looking for employment, anxious to have a little bit of time out of the house doing what she loved. Unfortunately Sioux Falls only had one elementary school and the only vacancy they had in their staff was to teach the fifth grade. Ten and eleven-year-olds weren't the age group that she was used to but she had the skills and even found herself a bit excited at the prospect of a new challenge that didn't involve something grotesque and supernatural.

Throughout the day things seemed fine... perfect really... maybe even too perfect. The students were all extremely well-behaved. In fact, some of them sat straight in their desks and watched her the entire day without moving a muscle, except when she would call on them to answer questions. And even then, they didn't crack even a hint of a smile. In fact, there had been no expression in their faces nor in the tones of their voices. Creepy? Yeah, you could say that.

Annali was beyond ready for the end of the day when it came. She tidied up the room as the children were dismissed via car, bus, or to walk home from school. Her back was turned to the class as she cleaned off her chalkboard, and she let out a sigh of relief as she heard what she was sure were the last footsteps out of the room until she turned around, startled to find those six stoic children sitting patiently in their seats, their eyes locked on her as though waiting for her to perform some sort of trick. She blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she slid into the chair behind her desk and asked them about their transportation home. Apparently these children were waiting for their parents to pick them up and claimed they would be called to the front office when they arrived.

At first Annali didn't feel any sort of threat. She suggested they all read quietly or start on their homework while they waited, and then she pulled out a paperback novel herself and opened it on her desk, reading quietly. But something just felt strange, and after about ten minutes of pure silence she looked up from her book to see that none of them had moved... that they were still watching her. She bit her lip, her stomach turning a little uneasily. It wasn't as though these children were misbehaving but the way they were watching her was making her extremely uncomfortable. She needed to get away from their prying eyes, if only for a few minutes.

Annali opened one of her desk drawers and gathered a few papers with a bit of writing on them and stood, smoothing down her long, flowing crimson silk skirt. She flashed the creepy students a nervous smile and started making her way towards the door. "I'll be right back. I just need to go make some copies," she told them, hoping her unease didn't show in her voice. But as soon as she approached the door and reached for the doorknob, one of the students was suddenly in front of her, blocking her path. "I don't think that's a very good idea, Miss MacPherson," Jeff warned her. He was a tall boy, with shaggy blonde hair that looked like he had cut it himself and piercing dark eyes that bore right into her.

She stepped back, her blue eyes widening. "Excuse me? Move out of the way please," she frowned, reaching for the door again. This time she pulled the door open just slightly only for Jeff to slam it shut again.

"I said that isn't a good idea," he said with a low growl. Annali shuddered at the look in his eyes and looked around, swallowing a lump in her throat when she noticed the other five children were out of their seats and were slowly making their way toward her like zombies in an old horror film.

"This isn't funny. Back to your seats everyone," she ordered, trying to sound stern as she backed slowly away from the approaching children. She wasn't surprised that they didn't do as they were told but as she looked around, she realized she had nowhere to go. Sure there were plenty of objects around her that she could use to defend herself but Annali was sure she could never bring herself to strike a child, even in self defense.

The six zombie-like children continued to move toward her, backing her slowly into a corner of the room, and she whimpered as she slid her hand into the pocket of the cardigan she wore, quickly hitting up Dean on speed dial and then shouting for the children to get away from her. She didn't dare bring the phone out of her pocket but she knew that if Dean would answer and could hear that something was wrong... he would come to her rescue. He always did...




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